Thursday, February 20, 2014

ITS OUR WANT

its our want
overriding our need
as we speed headlong
into an abyss
of constant fear
and greed


even a brief visit to the past
creates great anxiety
as time passes fast
leaving behind
so much to chance

accepting what cannot be saved
from past
what future will not accept
as time passes on
towards a new conquest 


nothing is forever
except for taxes, of course
and that infernal death scene
that keeps us 
chasing our tails
running around in circles
looking for a way out

searching for 
an escape clause
separating us from those
with big noses
and a reason to live forever
keeping ourselves safe
from those big noses

everybody knows
the perfect nose
has only two holes
with enough room
for a third, and final, hole
should it be required
for blowing smoke rings
while hole number one
sniffs butt holes


all that wonderful dessert
all those sweet, sweet calories
turn myself loose
in that calorie infested display case
my veins collapsing 
under heavy load of cholesterol 
system under fire from sugar
once started, 
could i possibly stop?
oh, those sweet, sweet, sweet calories
'til death do us part!
and probably will!


what need said
the  saying of it
and saying what said
facing justice
red faced friends
only words, then
saying words, friend

and now bats
a big leap, I know
from words to bats
but bats
where bats fly, they fly
how wonderful, then
the bats fly, fly
nightly excursions 
flight patterns, not be denied 

now, done with bats,
all that remains
just to say good-bye
watching those bats fly.
so, good-bye


Poetry is life distilled. 

Gwendolyn Brooks



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